Sade's Return

XVII

  In the morning, I wake up and get dressed. I'm wearing the plaid shorts and the Sid Vicious shirt I got from the store Jack took me. I quickly put my pink hair in a bun leaving it in a messy look. Jack left me at Bethany's place last night. It wasn't a peaceful sleep. I had nightmares, and the storm kept waking me up. All I could do was constantly try to make myself comfortable on the couch. I woke up sore all over and impatient. This is why I don't stay at other people's places. So now I'm intent on going home.

"Sade, you're leaving?" Bethany asks. She's wearing Miles' boxers and shirts, and her hair is very messy. " Yes, I am. I have a lot of things to do today." I reply.  " Oh, I know you didn't sleep last night." She comes up and pokes me in the forehead. " plus, last night, I was surprised you didn't go home since you don't like staying at other people's places."  I laugh. " You know me too well, Bethany." I grab my bag. "I have to leave." Bethany comes up and hugs me. "Okay, reply to my texts or calls!"
I pat her back and can feel the warmth and happiness she radiates. " I'm going to work on that."  I smile. " Now I'm going home. The bus should be passing by soon." I say in a more positive tone.

Traffic. I'm not even driving, and it's frustrating. I'm staring out the window at the same baker's shop for about ten minutes or less. I might be a little dramatic over how long we've been here. There's not a patient bone in my donuts. Oh gosh, the longer we stay here, the quicker I get off this bus to get them. Right at that moment, I see Ronny walking towards the shop.

My heart sinks. "How can he possibly be here?" I say softly to myself. Wasn't he taken care of by the police? They lied. The police didn't bother to call me either. I take my cell phone out of my bag, and I am shaking like the earth is going to eat me alive.

I slide into my seat, hoping that he won't see me on the bus. I take my cell phone out of my bag and look through it. No, no, no, not good that's all I can think of right now. Not one call or text from the police. I can feel the blood drain from my body, and I put my head between my legs. Tears just start pouring out of me. No, I can't go back to the apartment. He will be there later. What will he do? This time he's going to be angry and probably do worse to me.